Wallace said, taking a step back toward the corridor.

Christopher lunged forward and grabbed the lapels of Dr.

Wallace’s heavy wool overcoat in both fists.

He slammed the doctor hard against the hallway door frame, his face inches from Wallace’s eyes in the open corridor.

He shoved the master bedroom door wide open, his leather soles loud on the hard floor.

Two men in dark blue security uniforms pushed past him into the room, their heavy belts jangling with keys and radio clips.

“She’s been stealing from the house,” Christopher said, jabbing a finger toward my chest.